[PKMN Rp] Bring us Home [OPEN]

Subject: Re: [PKMN Rp] Bring us Home [OPEN] Wed Feb 13, 2013 12:40 am

Blaire had spared a large smile up at Benga when he finished her pancakes. It was a quiet exchange as he went back to making his own. It took her a few minutes to decide on syrup or honey. It had been several months since she had had anything sweeter than the occasional cookie that she had nicked from the kitchens. To be safe she chose honey, a healthy portion of her pancakes being slathered in it.

She had taken to eaten slowly, a little surprised at how sweet something like pancakes had become to her. Not that she would complain. It was no secret she had a huge sweet tooth. She had, had many cavities through her life because of it.

She nodded in agreement to Benga, taking the time to choke down a rather large bite. Blaire had to take another moment to swipe at the sticky honey that had caught over her chin as well before she spoke.

"Yeah, it has! A little too long."

Another smile was flashed Benga's way. She really did appreciate the little things like this, when he would do something without any prompting. Blaire didn't like to ask too much of others, anyways, and it was always a nice surprise.

"You really know how to make a girl's day, Benga," she noted lightly.

----[x]----

Lance observed Weavile as he leered at the man upon being released. It didn't surprise Lance in the slightest. At least he knew that Weavile would take to watching out for those that had set Layla off in any sort of way. Still, with that Pokemon out and about Lance or one of his Pokemon would have to stay nearby. He didn't need Genesis members converging on her for Weavile's existence at her side, after all.

He shrugged at her question. He didn't have much planned, actually. The most he might be able to do while Layla healed is to listen around for rumors that might help him.

"Perhaps take to wandering Cerulean," he answered absently, his gaze drifting back outside. The attack on the kid had dispersed, the boy left to fend for himself and his Umbreon. From what Lance could see the kid could at least walk, with the help of Umbreon.

"If there's no rain it might be good to walk about the city."

His gaze drifted back to Layla, observing her. What might she do for the day? Lance wondered about it. There wasn't much without wandering from his side which would be dangerous for her. He'd feel better if she stayed near his sight as well, at least while she healed.

Subject: Re: [PKMN Rp] Bring us Home [OPEN] Wed Feb 13, 2013 1:58 am

Benga grinned, watching Blaire's expression. She seemed very happy over the simple meal and it cause his heart to stir in response, warmth spreading through his chest. He was glad that he could make her happy, even if it was something small at best.

"Good, I'm glad I made your day," He replied. "I'd suck if it was anything otherwise!"

She really seemed to be enjoying herself a little more. Benga worried that the day wouldn't go so well if her mood hadn't improved. It seemed to have done the opposite however and she was able to bounce back quickly. Benga was proud of the fact that he was able to make that happen.

"You really look like you're enjoying it," he teased a little afterward. "Though, it's really weird how sweet this stuff is. Been way too long."

It really was odd, simple things becoming rather different despite what he had previously thought. These little pleasures were now something of a luxury and it was strange to see how they changed and how appreciated they were after not having access to them for so long.

----[x]----

Layla listened quietly to his words. She'd turned her way from the scene outside. It would only serve to make her angry and she didn't need to deal with such a thing at the moment. Negative emotions would do her more harm than good. She didn't want a repeat of yesterday.

Instead, she prodded Crux once in a while, poking at his cheek as if to help him into a better mood. She knew he was still angry with Lance; there was always a lingering bitterness to those who did her wrong, or wrong in his mind. It didn't matter of Layla had gotten over it or not.

She worried about how he would react knowing that there seemed to be growing rather strongly between them.

Layla wasn't sure what she felt about walking about the city and it wasn't so much worrying about Genesis as it was herself. She didn't want to push her body to do more than it should. It hadn't worked well in the last couple of days. In fact, if she had to guess after the night before, it seemed worse.

She worried about pushing too hard and relapsing into a fever, knowing fully well that it was still a possibility.

Layla remained silent for a few more beats before she lifted her head again. "I might stay here, if that's alright." she began. "I'd rather not push myself again, even if it's a minor case."

She worried about her health a little more now. Part of her wished there was a method around this pain and healing. It kept them at a rather slow pace and she would only risk another ride on one of his Pokemon if it was a dire need.

Subject: Re: [PKMN Rp] Bring us Home [OPEN] Wed Feb 13, 2013 3:57 pm

Blaire chuckled, shaking her head at Benga. He seemed so happy about such a little thing like her mood being picked up before it tanked any worse than it had started at. It was nice to know that he was looking out for her, even in such simplified situations.

"Well, you're the best, Benga," she answered teasingly. "At everything!"

She nodded at Benga's teasing. It was a lighthearted conversation and Blaire was thankful for it. She shoved another large bite of pancake into her mouth before she began snickering, having to cover her mouth with the back of her hand. It took her several seconds to be able to swallow the food and to talk.

"If anyone asks that's why we're fighting now! For pancakes! Pancakes for all!"

Blaire shook her head at herself. There were days when she enjoyed poking fun at herself or at her strange thoughts. Sometimes they helped to keep the atmosphere light. Sometimes others would join in and carry the joke further but other times she only received weird looks in return. Neither bothered Blaire much anymore. She had long since grown used to it.

----[x]----

Lance watched as Layla took to prodding and poking at her Weavile to pick up his mood. It seemed to help a little though not by a lot. Then again, Lance didn't know Weavile enough to know if it was helping any or if he was just acting the way he was to keep Layla happy. It could very well be the latter for all he knew.

Lance nodded. "That's fine, though I would feel better if Dragonair were to stay as well."

He didn't think that she would mind this but he would make mention of it before anything was concrete, just in case. In fact, Dragonair seemed keen on staying at Layla's side when he needed her to. With what Layla had learned the day before, however, he wasn't sure if there would be any awkwardness between her and Dragonair.

"Unless, of course, you feel as if she has betrayed your trust?" he teased a little.

He watched for her expression, wondering how she might react. She might very well wish for his other Dragonair to stay at her side because of it. If that was the case then he would accommodate that but at least he could pick at her before the choice was made.

Subject: Re: [PKMN Rp] Bring us Home [OPEN] Wed Feb 13, 2013 5:20 pm

"I am the best at everything!" He jested in return. "And don't you forget it!"

Benga shoved another bite into his mouth though he couldn't wipe the grin from his face. He loved the fact that they could remain light hearted in spite of the situation outside the walls and her injuries. If he could keep her mood up, he was happy to do so. Benga knew there weren't many who let themselves do it anyways.

He hummed in response as she continued jesting, grinning. Tipping back in his chair, he began thinking of other things they could have easily fought for.

"All of the sweets," he continued to jest. "We'll fight for all of the sweet things!"

Benga snickered as a few shot glances their way. Of course, Benga and Blaire had never been subtle and that could annoy some in these times. Neither had reason to quash the way they acted and it left some rather put off. He never minded however. Some just didn't know how to let themselves have a little fun and lighten up.

"We're gonna make everyone mad at us." he snickered slightly. "Best keep it down."

----[x]----

Layla felt her face warm at the mention of his Dragonair. She ducked her head a little, glancing at him on and off. She'd nearly forgotten of his ability to somehow communicate with his Pokemon. Dragonair had known a few things and honestly, Layla didn't quite find them as bad now that he had openly kissed her. Still, the comments before all of this left her a tad bashful over the matter.

She pushed her hair out of her face, clearing her throat. Even attempting to reign herself in didn't do her much good.

"That's fine," she responded after a few moments. "And no, she hadn't betrayed my trust." She scoffed a little at that. "You might have, though." Layla managed to smile as she taunted him.

She didn't really mean it. She didn't care to be left in the dark and she understood if his talent needed to be kept secret. Still, a little leeway into knowing would have been nice. At least she had eventually figured it out, if only giving her a small hint of what he could manage to do. Layla felt that was enough for the time begin.

Layla scratched her cheek absentmindedly, feeling the blush on her cheeks grow warmer. "I just told her a couple of things...is all anyways." She tried to explain. "That I...started fancying you...and all."

At this point, she found it quite obvious and it didn't need to be kept such a secret. She heard Crux scoff at the confession. At least one of them seemed to care for the confession. Layla's heart pounded in her chest in response, however, and she had a little trouble reigning her emotions in.

She'd never had to do this before. It left her rather bashful in response.

Subject: Re: [PKMN Rp] Bring us Home [OPEN] Wed Feb 13, 2013 6:24 pm

Blaire snickered at Benga's enthusiasm. He was usually quick to take a joke and run with it. She had always loved that about him. It made conversations easier, even when her mood was sinking. Now-a-days it made for an easier time when things seemed to go badly outside the base's walls.

"All of the sweets? I think I can get behind that," she answered, placing her fork on the emptied plate. She was glad that they usually weren't in the base long enough to be swapped in for dish washing duty. It was never something Blaire particularly cared to do. Then again, most people didn't.

At the mention of all of the glances around them she looked around. Indeed, they were receiving quite a few dirty looks for being so rambunctious. A few of their faces Blaire recognized. After a moment or two had passed she shrugged, turning back to Benga.

"They'll live," she deduced.

Blaire had never been one to change the way she acted or the things she did just because of other people. Unless it was something important than it wasn't something that Blaire figured was important, after all. She dug into the pill bottle, swallowing two before shoving the bottle into her bag for later.

----[x]----

Lance chuckled. It was a deep, throaty sound. His gaze traveled around the area. A few others had wandered in with their Pokemon for food. He wondered if that boy had managed to get to the hospital or not. Lance shook the thought away.

"Well, it seems you had nothing to worry about, did you?" he prodded, leaning back in his seat.

He stood then, digging for Dragonair's pokeball. He placed it on the table beside Layla's plate. The Pokemon inside peered around curiously, as if wondering why she had not yet been called out yet. It had seemed to become a common thing in the past two days, after all.

"If you don't need anything further I will take my leave."

He waited a moment or two, wondering if she needed anything more. When she didn't say anything further he strode away, the ends of his cape trailing after him. He wanted to get out and about and listen for rumors of rebels. Many seemed to think that there was a base in Mt. Moon and even Genesis had taken to blowing key locations up around the area in an attempt to drive any rebels hidden inside out.

So far they had been left with nothing. If they were hiding inside they were hiding well. Lance hoped that was the case. With the rebels about to do the dirty work of fighting against Genesis for him it left him in the clear to prepare his own ideals.

Subject: Re: [PKMN Rp] Bring us Home [OPEN] Wed Feb 13, 2013 7:00 pm

"That doesn't surprise me one bit," he responded, finishing what was on his plate. "If it was fighting for the worlds sweets, you'd always get behind that."

Blaire did have a sweet tooth and it wouldn't have surprised him if she wanted to indulge in those little pleasures again. It wasn't like sweet things came around often and when they did, they were used sparingly. It wasn't just sweets either, it was everything, especially in the medical area. They only really brought out the hard stuff for patients who were nearly on deaths door, just to pull them back to life.

Benga glanced at the few around them, sparring a grin. None seemed to take this action in a light note. He thought they needed to lighten up and quite a bit. Despite the times, Benga saw no reason to change how they act.

"I dunno," he taunted further, picking up both their plates and utensils. "If we get any happier, some of these people might develop an ulcer!"

He shook his head a moment after, still feeling glares boring into him. It wasn't his fault, he felt. They just didn't follow the example some set. A lot of people dealt with what Genesis had done in a lot of different ways. Benga didn't understand the point of getting so down about it. Still, he understood that he hadn't really lost anyone close to him and silently felt a little guilty for prodding these people.

It must have been hard to deal with. Benga tried to shake those thoughts away. He didn't need those now.

----[x]----

Layla had a hard time cooling the warmth on her face. She was beginning to realize how much she liked his voice and his laughter, even if it was short. That fact surprised her quite a bit. Two days ago, she wouldn't have so much noticed it. Now, it sent her head whirling.

"Be careful," was all she managed to reply with as he walked out.

She knew he would. He was very capable though she had not seen his tactics. Layla felt that he could take care of himself and with the title he held, she doubted anyone would want to pick of fight with him anyways.

There were a few brave souls out there, however, and that was what worried her the most.

Layla took Dragonair's Pokeball and released the Pokemon, feeling slightly more comfortable this way. Despite the people walking in not being on Genesis' side, that didn't mean they wouldn't cause trouble for her. Crime had shot up since Genesis took over and though she hated to admit it, crime toward women specifically had gotten worse.

She puffed out a sigh, patting the Dragonair and than Crux before she glanced out the window again. She caught a glimpse of Lance disappearing into what crowds there were. She hoped that he would be safe. Knowing the times, it was rather hard to tell.

Subject: Re: [PKMN Rp] Bring us Home [OPEN] Wed Feb 13, 2013 7:49 pm

"Sweets must always be defended," Blaire nodded. As if to drive that idea home she pounded her fist into her palm.

Blaire groaned a little in response to the idea of anyone getting an ulcer on their account. She spared another cursory glance about. It did seem as if they were getting on a lot of people's nerves as it was with their innocent conversation. Turning back to Benga she shrugged.

"Maybe we should take our happy elsewhere then?"

They did still have to see the doctor and Alder. Blaire also wanted to check up on Kujo and Cerberus again when that was all taken care of, though that was a given as it was. Still, she'd leave it up to Benga as to when they'd get around to those things. He was the one carrying her around on his back, after all.

She inclined her head towards a lanky man she knew the name of. He had gotten on her nerves more than once in the past few months and liked to lord about arrogantly. Blaire didn't care for him much though the feeling was mutual.

"Danny over there looks like he's about ready to start throwin' punches," she noted conversationally.

----[x]----

Dragonair keened after Lance as she was released, turning back to Layla. She would wait expectantly until they were moving about. Dragonair couldn't begin to know what Layla wanted to do until the woman got up and went about her day.

As she waited she leaned across the woman to nudge Crux. It was an attempt to get him to eat faster. He still looked sour and very irritable. Dragonair inclined her head curiously, wondering why this was the case. What had Weavile so aggravated?

Out the window she could spy Lance disappearing into the crowds minutes later. Only at this did Dragonair pulled away from Weavile, glancing, yet again, expectantly at Layla. Her tail flicked the air as if to ask "well?" in the process.

Subject: Re: [PKMN Rp] Bring us Home [OPEN] Wed Feb 13, 2013 8:15 pm

Benga listened to her words and smiled. He was glad that the few who remained sour hadn't bothered her. They didn't bother him so much either. Unless one of them tried to pick a fight, there was no point in worrying. He simply wished some would lighten up a little bit. Benga nor Blaire weren't so naive as to dismiss the way the world was, after all.

Benga ruffled his hair, shooting a look toward Danny. He shook his head slightly, receiving a rather hard glare in return. The man had always been one to pick fights when he felt the need or rather, when he felt like someone was annoying or stepping on his toes.

Often times, he made it seem like he was the one who ran the place.

"Well, guess we'll just have to take this party to the doctor than, huh?" He prodded a little with a bright smile.

Benga wouldn't let this dampen his spirits. A few glares and unhappy people attempting to take their issues out on him was not going to bring him down. He figured they'd get over it in due time. If not, he truly pitied them.

He moved toward Blaire, helping her onto his back again. Dismissing any other look shot their way, he sparred a rather toothy grin over his shoulder as if to taunt them one last time before he departed into the halls.

"I better be careful," he jested lightly. "Otherwise Danny's gonna murder me in my sleep!"

----[x]----

As Crux finished eating, Layla sparred a smile toward the pair. Indeed, the Pokemon was rather sour and the best she could figure was taking a little time to talk with him. If things didn't settle and Layla remained close to Lance, she couldn't see anything being resolved. The Pokemon couldn't hate the man forever.

She reached out, patting Dragonair again. "Impatient, are you?" she inquired lightly. Her hand hovered over Crux before she poked at his cheek lightly. "Don't mind him. He's a little sour still over a small squabble between myself and Lance." Layla sparred a smile toward the Weavile. "And he's just gonna have to get over it because we made up, okay?"

The Pokemon scoffed in reply, averting his gaze toward something else. Layla was quick to scoop the Pokemon into her arms, nuzzling her cheek into her own. She hoped he would remain this way forever and was glad to get a little bit of a more positive mood from the action.

Quickly collecting the plates and utensils left behind, she moved to set them on the cart again. Afterward, she lingered around for a moment, pondering on what to do.

"I don't really have a plan so I suppose we'll just wander..." She suggested. "I didn't want to do anything that would cause a relapse."

Subject: Re: [PKMN Rp] Bring us Home [OPEN] Wed Feb 13, 2013 9:13 pm

Blaire shook her head at Benga, snickering a little. People like Danny never really bothered Benga much unless they started something. Though it didn't help when Benga would prod at them, either. Sometimes Blaire believed that Benga picked at him just to try and get the other to battle.

"If he does murder you I'll sing praises of you at your funeral," Blaire chuckled, reaching up to ruffle Benga's hair affectionately.

It was getting a little easier to skirt through the hallways for Benga. People were getting used to the fact that they would most likely be in the base for awhile while she healed and some moved out of his way as he walked. It was nice to know others still looked out for each other and tried to be polite in times like this. They could have just as easily gone about staying in the way and making it a little more difficult on Benga.

"I wonder when Bahamut's gonna get himself up outta bed," she thought out loud as they went.

With the little Axew it could be any number of hours before he would willingly rise. There were days like this when Bahamut just wanted to sleep the day away. It was more often now than before when they had to stay vigilant outside the base for their own safety.

----[x]----

Dragonair snorted at being called impatient. She wasn't one to sit about though with Layla's injuries Dragonair had to wonder how good of an idea it was to let her wander on her own. She glanced worriedly at her torso, as if to convey that.

Despite her misgivings on the matter Dragonair still followed after as Layla headed towards the dish cart and then to the lounge of the Pokemon Center. From there they could leave, laze about the lounge or go back to the room they had borrowed. Dragonair waited, glancing about for any threat. No one inside the Center seemed apt to start any trouble and Dragonair hoped it would stay that way.

She keened, questioning what Layla had in mind. Wandering around could take place in any number of places after all. It all depended on what Layla wanted to risk.

Subject: Re: [PKMN Rp] Bring us Home [OPEN] Wed Feb 13, 2013 10:51 pm

Benga laughed a little at her joke. She had quite a few of them and it always lightened the mood when some were down. There were few that took it in a lighthearted manner. Some, like Danny, just couldn't see the appeal in joking about. Benga had to wonder he'd see others who would joke with them in the future.

"I'd certainly hope so!" he jested in return. "I would work hard for every bit of that praise!" Benga puffed out his chest a little as he spoke, to add to the joke.

It wasn't so hard to walk around the area now. Most were adapting to seeing them around the base and would steer clear of them. Benga was grateful for that. For a while, he'd spend more time standing off to the side or waiting for an opening before he could actually get them to the place they needed to be.

He had to wonder if expanding would be a better idea.

Benga shook his head in response. "He certainly acted like he was tired!" Benga joked lightly. "Though, no doubt he's probably doing his best to relax when he has to chance."

There were very few times they, let alone their Pokemon, could relax. He and Benga often times liked to give them as much of a chance to do so as possible. There was no telling when they would get another chance, after all. He figured Blaire wouldn't worry too much about the little Axew.

Coming into the infirmary, he found a table and sat her down. He waved to the doctor milling about and leaned against the table, waiting for when he would come over and check on Blaire's condition.

----[x]----

"Don't worry," she spoke to the Dragonair, letting Crux situate himself on her shoulders again. "As long as the pain killer keeps up, and as long as no one goes hitting them again, I'll be fine."

She hoped that would be the case. There didn't appear to be anyone within the area that would bring her harm, much less any one person for that matter. Perhaps they had more respect for the area or simply did not want to start something where there were so many witnesses. Layla couldn't be sure. She could pick out that there were not too many within the center in the first place and none looked ready to start trouble.

Layla took to wandering the lounge a little, picking at certain books that were left in the waiting area. There were several ranging from children's books to magazines. She didn't quite care to read the magazines and opted for flipping through some of the children's stories.

Kanto had rather different stories and legends than Unova did. She found herself rather curious, even if they were simple fairy tales in a way. Sighing slightly, she flipped through the colorful pages, wondering just what might happen during the days to come.

Subject: Re: [PKMN Rp] Bring us Home [OPEN] Wed Feb 13, 2013 11:47 pm

"I just hope he doesn't spend all day napping or he'll be wandering around causing trouble all night."

It happened from time to time. Bahamut would not want to stay in one spot or to stay in his pokeball at night. Instead he'd go on adventures around the area she and Benga were resting in and quite usually managed to cause some kind of trouble. It was usually easily fixed though sometimes Bahamut could aggravate the wrong people when this happened.

Inside the infirmary it was quieter than usual. Blaire could see a few new faces resting in the few beds they had managed to snatch for the doctor to use. Blaire tried to push the worry for them out of her mind. It wouldn't do anyone any good to think about it. The doctor and his Pokemon would make sure they would be as comfortable and safe here as possible.

Several minutes passed by with the doctor busy with one of the newer patients. The man was dressed in bandages all over and some of them had been bloodied already. Blaire wondered where he had gotten them, what had gone on. If rumors circulated around she had no doubt that they would hear about it at some point. Blaire waited patiently, remaining quiet.

"And how has the injuries been?" the doctor questioned when he had detached himself from the patient's side.

"Painful." Blaire grinned briefly at the look she received from the doctor. Running her hand over her mouth she mulled over a less snarky answer. "I'd like to think a little better."

"Well, let's give things a look and see how we're doing."

It would be a few minutes, as the man went about his job thoroughly. The stitches would be able to be removed the next day, which made Blaire happier. Her ankle however would take several more days before the doctor would advise her walking around no it on her own. This lessened her happiness though she tried not to dwell on it too much.

----[x]----

Dragonair, nuzzled into Layla's hand as the human paid her attention. The Pokemon found herself thankful that Layla would not be going outside, at least not at the moment. She didn't want to see them get caught up in any sort of petty crime or assaulted. It was sadly much more common now-a-days than it was before.

She chose to pay attention to what Layla was doing. It seemed to Dragonair that the woman liked to read, what with immediately wandering to any books set about. Would she pass the entire time reading while Lance was about? Or would she grow bored and need something else to do?

Dragonair cooed quietly as she followed Layla closely. Occasionally she would reach out to bother Weavile. The littler Pokemon seemed like he could use a good day. Whatever had happened the day before seemed to have rode on Weavile's nerves.

She didn't like the idea of being aggravated all day and hoped that Weavile's mood would pick up.

Subject: Re: [PKMN Rp] Bring us Home [OPEN] Thu Feb 14, 2013 12:48 am

Benga mulled over her words for a little bit. If her Pokemon didn't get up anytime soon, it could throw of his sleep pattern. They didn't need another insomniac running about. Blaire's was a harsh enough case most days. It worried him immensely.

The wait wasn't too long but Benga preoccupied himself with other thoughts. He didn't care to see so many people hurt. This was the way the world was yet he found he still couldn't quite get used to the needless slaughter. It often left an anger burning in him. No person should have been treated this way or killed over such little things.

When the doctor did arrive, he listened to what he had to say. Benga didn't doubt that being on her ankle was doing her no good but he remained silent on the matter. As long as she recovered, he would just make sure she stayed off of it for a short time. There wasn't much else he could do.

"Well, if that's all." Benga finally spoke up as the doctor finished. "I suppose we can go see your Pokemon now. We'll save gramps for last."

Benga moved to slid her on his back again. It was a quick process and he didn't so much mind it. In fact, he was more than happy to cart her around. Sparing a nod toward the doctor, he was quick to be off again.

"Looks like you're not gonna be doing any walking," he attempted to jest lightly. "So I get to be your Ponyta for the next few days."

Benga hoped that he could at least keep her mood up. Knowing how far it could dip, he worried that he might not be able to keep up in the end.

----[x]----

Layla flipped through a few more pages, occasionally watching Crux while she did so. The Pokemon's mood didn't seem to lift and it dampened hers a little. Finally, she simply grabbed the Pokemon and lifted him up in front of her, a pout adorning her expression.

"What do I have to do to make it up to you?" She prodded the Weavile.

Crux scoffed in response, turning his head as if displeased that she would even make an attempt. Layla shook her head at that, setting him on her lap. She glanced toward Draginair, patting the Pokemon lightly.

"Could get you a girlfriend, huh?" Layla tried to jest toward both of the Pokemon.

Indeed, it worked, causing Crux to huff again. He crossed his arms over his chest, turning his head as if embarrassed. No doubt he was. The two had gotten rather close though, it might have been mostly on Dragonair's part, wanting to be friendly with the ice type Pokemon.

Layla hoped Dragonair wouldn't mind her slight prodding. In the last few days, she had noticed that she was rather cheerful. She had little doubt that the Pokemon might even play along.

Subject: Re: [PKMN Rp] Bring us Home [OPEN] Thu Feb 14, 2013 1:11 am

Blaire hummed in agreement to Benga's plan. Cerberus and Kujo would be happy to see them, even if they had no treats to give to them at the moment. She didn't quite like the idea of not being able to stretch her own legs, to walk around for several days but she did her best not to let it sour her mood.

"You make a very amazing Ponyta," she teased, though it was a little more subdued than before. Nevertheless she kissed the side of his head in response.

It would only take a few minutes to reach the makeshift center. That and the infirmary were kept close to one another for instances where both people and Pokemon had been severely injured. It was usually these hallways that were a little easier to get about due to people keeping an eye out for anyone being rushed through.

A short wait was all that was needed after reaching the center. A few trainers were already there, visiting their own Pokemon. After a couple had left she and Benga were allowed in where once again her Pokemon perked up immensely at the sight of them.

"And how are my buddies today?" she greeted as Nurse Joy made her way over.

"It's good to see you here," she smiled before gesturing to the Houndoom. Already he was springing off of the table he had been resting on, his chest puffed out as if proud of the fact he could do this. "Your Houndoom is able to leave today! However I must ask that you allow Arcanine to stay a few days longer, to make sure his ribs are healing as they should."

Blaire sighed at that. She had been hoping that Chansey's abilities had helped heal Kujo faster as well. She couldn't begrudge either for taking their time to allow the damage to his ribs to heal more naturally than with the help of a Pokemon's moves. She reached out patting Kujo's great, furry head.

"I suppose we can live with that, eh, boy?"

----[x]----

Dragonair's head tilted to the side at the exchange between trainer and Pokemon. She had never seen anyone act this way with their Pokemon. Then again she was used to people like Lance, as well. He was more of a no-nonsense type of person. Still, this display fascinated her in a way.

At the mention of becoming the significant other of Weavile Dragonair seemed to grow proud of this. She held her head higher and shook, attempting to catch the light off of her scales better. She trilled prettily as well, looking at Weavile for his reaction.

It seemed to be helping with his bad mood. With the distraction Weavile seemed to grow more bashful and his mind was taken off of what had soured the mood in the first place.

Dragonair nudged Layla, cooing yet again. It seemed they both wanted the air to be lighthearted around them. Dragonair respected that.

Subject: Re: [PKMN Rp] Bring us Home [OPEN] Thu Feb 14, 2013 7:39 pm

Benga felt his heart stir as she kissed him. Even if it was a little peck, he was finding more and more that they mattered just as much as the deeper ones. He worried a little even as she spoke, about her mood dipping down again. Until he saw how she reacted a little more during the day, he couldn't be for sure.

The center was quiet as normal. He was glad when Cerberus hopped off the table, showing himself off proudly. Benga was glad that he was alright and could get moving today. Kujo would have to remain a little longer and the large Pokemon looked downtrodden over that knowledge.

"Hey, buck up!" Benga attempted to cheer the pair up. "Given a couple days, you'll both be on your feet again and ready to go!"

He hoped that would be the case. Knowing how many days they would have to spend within the base, he wondered if there would be anything he could do if her mood dampened. It was hard enough, after all, figuring out how to bring a persons spirits up.

"We'll have to have a race or something," Benga suggested further.

He hoped looking forward to something would help the pair out. Benga was more of an optimist as it was. A few days down weren't appealing to him but he always managed to stay on top of things regardless.

----[x]----

Layla couldn't help but grin as Dragonair trilled and showed herself off. Crux turned his head, no doubt feeling a little bashful over the entire display. She realized in a sense, they weren't all so different. Her Pokemon reacted in a way that she would have.

"Can't let a pretty little thing like her get away," Layla continued to jest lightly.

As Dragonair nudged into her again, Layla laughed a little. She stroked the Pokemon's scales. She quite liked the lighter air around them. Even Crux was lightening a little. Layla nuzzled a cheek into his own and earned a smile from the Pokemon.

"I think that's quite a bit better," She commented lightly. "Can't be so downtrodden for long."

Layla wondered if that was the case with her as well. While she wanted to reign in her confidence, at times, it was hard. She was skittish around people, the thought of Genesis in her mind made her want to run off, hide as far away as she could.

She hoped that in time, these things would repair themselves, that she could grow confident again.

Subject: Re: [PKMN Rp] Bring us Home [OPEN] Thu Feb 14, 2013 8:10 pm

Kujo whined in response to Benga, though his tail had begun to twitch a little. Benga usually had quite the habit of giving things to look forward to in response to moods such as these. It looked like Blaire wasn't the only one who appreciated that.

Cerberus barked lowly in agreement to this, glancing at Kujo carefully. While he was happy and proud to be out of the center already Cerberus did worry for Kujo's well-being. Cerberus padded over to Kujo's resting spot and placed his front paws at the edged to be able to reach the larger Pokemon. Kujo rumbled out a little bark of appreciation as Cerberus took to nudging at him lightly.

"It's been a long time since anyone's had a race," Blaire noted, still scratching behind Kujo's ear. "We'll just have to add that on top of the wrestling and battling we still need to indulge in."

Bringing these things up gave her something to think about instead of her ankle. Sometimes it was the littler things that helped to get through these passing moods. Blaire hoped it would this time as well.

"I'll be sure to find something for you to snack on tomorrow, too," she promised.

While they were only promises for the near future they seemed to be working to pick up Kujo's mood. His tongue was poking out of his mouth in a lopsided manner, his tail wagged more noticeably now. Blaire couldn't help but to smile about this.

----[x]----

Dragonair trilled happily at the compliment. It wasn't often people commented to her especially about her appearance. It was always nice to hear every now and again. Lance wasn't one to pass around compliments often, after all. Those were special when they happened.

It seemed that the topic had helped to brighten Weavile's mood as well. This delighted Dragonair. She didn't like to see others so agitated and soured by something that had happened awhile ago. She hoped it would stay like this as well, without something to ruin the mood again.

It grew silent after that and Layla seemed to draw within her thoughts. Dragonair watched, observed really, with her head tilting to one side. What was on the human's mind? What did they think about so often? Dragonair wondered....

After several minutes passed and a thoughtful frown lined Layla's lips Dragonair reached out, nudging her knee carefully. Was she thinking of worrisome things? Dragonair hoped not.

Subject: Re: [PKMN Rp] Bring us Home [OPEN] Fri Feb 15, 2013 1:32 pm

Benga smiled slightly. He knew that a promise of something might not bring the Pokemon's mood up too much but it was worth a shot. Knowing that they might at least give something to look forward to, he hoped it helped.

"We'll have to clear this place out if that's the case!" He chimed lightly. "Can't have our games hurtin' anyone else!"

Benga attempted to remain chipper. If he didn't, moods could easily go south and he'd rather not see that. They'd spend a few more days here, after all. He needed to try and keep everything as light as he could.

"We'll come back, don't worry." he informed, shooting a smile toward Kujo. "We have to go see the old man."

Benga wondered if his grandfather had settled down with the news or not. Benga was attempting to prepare himself otherwise however. There was no telling how the man would swing over these things. One moment it could be the most important thing in the world and the next, he simply stood by and observed.

With a slight nod toward Kujo, Benga moved out of the makeshift center again and headed toward his grandfathers office, wondering if he was there.

----[x]----

Layla blinked, her thoughts broken as Dragonair nuzzled into her again. She smiled slightly, knowing that she probably worried the Pokemon over her brooding. Crux had settled as well, staring up at her as if waiting on some form of an answer.

"Just thinking about when things could be...more normal with my emotions again."

Layla had gone over it so many times in her head. Would she be able to become confident again? Would little things still hurt her? It was all rather up in the air. Some things had changed; she was comfortable around Lance and trusted him but every other person? There was always a lingering doubt there.

She tried to shake the thoughts from her mind. They were doing her no good.

Subject: Re: [PKMN Rp] Bring us Home [OPEN] Fri Feb 15, 2013 2:29 pm

Kujo yipped quietly, as if in agreement to Benga's plans. Blaire certainly hoped that the little ideas would keep his mind off of his situation, give him something to look forward to. Her Pokemon did love a good competition, after all. It was probably a good thing for her Pokemon that she and Benga could get a little competitive at times, too.

Cerberus nudged Kujo one last time as Benga made notice that they had to go see Alder. Kujo snorted, his eyes closing. It looked as if he'd take a nap while they were gone. Blaire was glad to see he would not be creating a fuss over them leaving. It was always harder to do so when he did.

Only when they were outside the makeshift center, Cerberus trotting along at their side, did Blaire speak up. She laid her chin on Benga's shoulder, her mouth twisted for a brief moment in thought.

"Today is not an awesome day."

Cerberus barked in agreement to this. Though he had been released from Nurse Joy's care and he was happy about that, seeing Kujo's reaction to being left behind for his own well-being put a damper on that.

Blaire did her best to push aside the thoughts that would ruin what good mood she had managed during the course of the day. It wouldn't be fair to Benga or anyone else she interacted with if she took out the things happening on them.

----[x]----

Dragonair wasn't sure what Layla meant about her emotions being more normal again. Was there a difference between the Layla now and the Layla before Dragonair had met her? It was a concept beyond Dragonair's understanding. She liked the one she knew now and could only wonder what was bothering her so much about her emotions.

She cooed again, as if to ask for an elaboration on that thought. If Layla spoke up about it then maybe she could understand it.

After a moment Dragonair glanced to Weavile, as if to ask him for an answer. Perhaps she would understand better if it came from another Pokemon, one that had been with Layla for quite some time.

It seemed that while they waited for Lance to return they would be bombarded with such conversations. Dragonair had to wonder just how well Layla could understand her or Weavile. Would there be communication problems or was Dragonair expressing herself well enough?

It had been something that she had not had to worry about for a long time.

Subject: Re: [PKMN Rp] Bring us Home [OPEN] Sun Feb 17, 2013 12:10 am

Benga puffed out a sigh after they left the makeshift center. She was worried, he could tell that. He wasn't pleased that Kujo couldn't come with them either but given a few days, he would be released. The way he saw it, it could have been a lot worse. For all of them.

"Don't worry about it too much," he commented a moment after. "It was a given he would have to take a little more time in there, what with the damage."

He didn't want to stomp on her feelings. Still, he wished he could pick up her mood a little bit. Kujo might have been lonely but given the time that he got out, he'd be showered with affection. This was how it had always been for years. Nothing had really changed in their pattern when they were within the base.

Rounding a corner, Benga glanced about the area. Kids were running about, playing and laughing. They weaved about other people and some grew impatient. Most others seemed to take enjoyment out of it however.

"When the worlds normal again, we won't have to worry about this kind of thing anyways." He noted after a moment. "That's a promise."

Benga was making quite a bit of them recently but he wanted to. He wanted to give her something to look forward to. Returning to their lives and gaining their freedom again. It was what they needed. He only hoped those days would come soon.

----[x]----

Layla glanced at Dragonair as she cooed at her again. She frowned, a little unsure of what she wanted. Scratching her cheek awkwardly, she supposed she could only take a guess and hope that things would get through alright. It was rather hard to tell, after all.

"I put myself down quite a bit." She explained. "I never did that before becoming...'enslaved' to Genesis. "It's difficult for me not to be afraid. Every little possibility, if Genesis is involved or not, the worst case always runs through my head."

Layla pushed her bangs from her face, glancing about the area. She was comfortable here but only knowing that there wouldn't be anyone risking trouble here. When they moved outside again, moved toward other places, she knew that she would be on edge again.

"Quite a bit has changed in me," she plowed on. "Whether that's for the good or bad really remains to be seen..."

Lance would have disapproved of those words. She worried however. There was a lot of change in the past and she had a hard time keeping up with it. Scars were deep. They weren't so easily fixed.

"I wonder if these things happen for a reason..." She muttered to herself. "Or if this is all some cosmic " She paused a little, tilting her head to one side. Reaching out, she stroked Dragonair's scales. "I suppose it's not all bad. I wouldn't have met you or Lance if it didn't happen. I probably would have stayed in Unova for a long time."

Subject: Re: [PKMN Rp] Bring us Home [OPEN] Sun Feb 17, 2013 1:47 am

Blaire hummed in answer, not really having any sort of an answer to justify the mood that Kujo having to stay behind had inflicted on her. She tried not to let it ruin her good mood that Benga was trying so hard to keep up but Blaire couldn't help it. She hated having to see her Pokemon like that.

"Still," she grumbled, trailing off quickly after. She had no follow up reason and they both knew it. Cerberus spared a glance up at them, watching carefully as Benga promised less worries for Blaire when Genesis was finally overthrown.

She sighed, not knowing exactly how to reply to him. She loved that he was trying so hard, making these promises to her. It let her know without so many words that he cared enough to put this much effort into such things.

"You keep making all of these promises and I'm gonna have to start holding you to them you know?" Blaire teased a little, attempting to salvage what good mood she had left.

A kid ran by, nearly colliding into Cerberus as he did. Cerberus was quick to nudge the young boy to the side, back to his friends and his Riolu. The Houndoom was quick to catch up, not at all fazed by the accident that had almost happened.

----[x]----

Dragonair listened intently, a little put off by what she heard. As Layla spoke Dragonair would occasionally glance to Weavile for confirmation. As if out of its own accord Dragonair's tail began to thrash through the air a little as well. Though she was much happier and outgoing than her trainer Dragonair still was very much like him in other ways.

She keened, pushing her face closer to Layla's. She carried on loudly and for several minutes. By the look on Layla's face Dragonair's words were lost on the woman. Finally she snorted, 'sitting' back and looking quite put-off.

It was quiet for some minutes. Dragonair did not take her gaze away from Layla's, as if to push into the woman's mind that she shouldn't be feeling or thinking that way, especially not now. If any of that got through and would be actively put to action later was anyone's guess.

Dragonair keened shortly as the center's doors slid open. Only then did her gaze drag away from Layla and instead to the person who had come inside. Happiness crossed the dragon's face at the sight of Lance.

Lance raised a brow, glancing towards the sound of Dragonair's cry. The look on Layla's face only made him wonder what Dragonair had done. Still, things looked alright despite whatever Dragonair had 'said' or done.

"I take it things were uneventful here today?" Lance questioned as he strode forward. It certainly looked as such.

Outside the center, out on the streets, Lance had not managed to glean much information. They were the same rumors as before - the rebels were hiding in Mt. Moon, sometimes they came down into Cerulean though were never caught, etc. etc. It was all very aggravating to Lance in the end.

Subject: Re: [PKMN Rp] Bring us Home [OPEN] Sun Feb 17, 2013 2:59 pm

Benga frowned at her response. In attempt to scold her lightly, he pushed her up onto his back again, earning a slight yelp in response. She wasn't too hurt to be treated this way. Her ankle was the worst case, after all. As long as she stayed off it, she would be fine.

"I intend to keep my promises!" He boasted. "So you can hold every one of them to me!"

Benga knew that she needed something to look forward to. A new life, new start. Everyone did. He might not have acted like it but he knew that there were people here with great loses. Everyone had lost someone and it often left them depressed or down. Some were even unwilling to fight now. Others took another way out.

He knew that she was not one of these people but it still hit her pretty hard. Especially when she couldn't get out.

"I'll make a lot of promises, just to make sure you're challenged on that matter!"

Benga shot her a grin in response. He really wished her mood hadn't gone down so much. She was happy earlier. Despite the news, he knew everything could be worse and he wished she could see that. Kujo would be fine given a few days, even if he was a little lonely. It was a worrisome thing, he knew, but the Pokemon would be fine and wanting any form of affection he could get later on.

He glanced down at Cerberus. "Hey, hot shot! Help me out here!" He prodded the Pokemon.

At least they could both try, even if Cerberus leaned more to his trainer. He figured it might bring her mood up in some way or another.

----[x]----

Layla stared wide eyed at the Dragonair. She wasn't sure how to respond to her actions. Did she not care for what she said? Layla could imagine why. She wanted to gain her confidence back but it was a difficult thing. She believed she'd made some steps forward but was still easily hurt and frightened in the outside world.

Crux only seemed to react the same in response, prodding her just as much as the Dragonair had. She wasn't sure what either were trying to convey other than perhaps some form of disappointment in her words.

"W-what is it?" She inquired after a few moments, pulling her face back as Crux attempted to nuzzle into her again. "I don't understand!"

She raised her gaze when she heard Lance's voice. She was glad that he returned. Regardless of the protection, she did feel a little more comfortable with him around. She liked his presence even if some were wary of it.

"For the most part," she finally responded. "I think..."

She glanced back at Dragonair, still a little unsure of what she was trying to say. She attempted to shake it from her mind. She had an assumption and could only go on that.

"How did things go?" She inquired after a few beats.

He'd been searching for rumors and had returned rather quickly. She could only guess that it hadn't gone the way he had planned. Still, she hoped at some point, he would find what he was looking for. If they were stuck out in the cold again with no where to go, it might not be the best for them.

Subject: Re: [PKMN Rp] Bring us Home [OPEN] Sun Feb 17, 2013 4:04 pm

Blaire yelped, clutching tighter to Benga when he reacted to her teasing. Her heart pounded in her chest at the momentary fear of being dropped. She was still a little bewildered when Benga carried on about making lots of promises to her just to challenge her. It was several seconds after that Blaire was finally able to get a hold of herself again.

"You shouldn't be so rough with injured people!" she attempted to scold back, though she was having a hard time keeping the smile off of her face.

In retaliation Blaire leaned forward a little, nipping at his neck again. It wasn't as hard as it had been that morning, when he had unintentionally rode on her nerves with the stitches comment. She pouted at him after that as he called upon Cerberus for assistance. Cerberus was quick to call out, a prance to his step - which was rather silly to see from a Houndoom - accompanying this.

"I feel ganged up on now," she pouted further, doing her best to look indignant. It was a failed attempt as she still had the underlying amusement present that tugged up the corner of her lips.

"Jerks."

----[x]----

Lance scoffed, shaking his head. He reached up to adjust the cape to better lay across his shoulders as he mulled over how to answer. "It was a bust, as they say," he snapped.

He was not at all pleased about the lack of a good haul in information. It was all already things that he had been well aware of before hand. Lance spared a glance around at Layla and their Pokemon. They seemed content enough, though Weavile and Dragonair looked to be in positions of trying to convince Layla of something or other.

"It seems you've had your hands full," he noted.

It was good that she was safe here in the center. He hadn't been too worried about her if she stayed at the center. No, he had been wondering if she'd be foolish enough to wander around outside without him.

Lance's gaze turned to the doorway. Sun was beginning to shine through the clouds. It was warming up though the wind still came in gusts every so often. If Layla wanted to they might have to venture out around the city for the remainder of the day for something to do.

Subject: Re: [PKMN Rp] Bring us Home [OPEN] Sun Feb 17, 2013 5:15 pm

Benga couldn't help but grin again. At least she was trying to get her own mood back up. Helping out got them there, after all. He was glad Cerberus played along too. It helped a little, he was sure, even if she attempted to protest the act as 'ganging up on her.'

"You love it, I know." he jested in response. "And why is it that I can see you keeping this biting thing up, huh?"

Rounding another corner, he spotted his grandfathers office. He steadied himself for any kind of reaction when they'd go in. Knowing him, it could be among very many things. At least it gave him better time to prepare for it all.

Pushing his way, he glanced around before he spotted Alder, a Pidgeotto sitting closely on his desk. It must have carried a message over to the base in a rush. Most days, these things didn't come through.

"What the word?" Benga questioned, catching the mans attention.

Alder's gaze fell onto the two. He sparred a smile as Benga sat Blaire down onto a chair, Cerberus settling near her. At least one of her Pokemon was feeling better now. He was glad to see it.

"The word is." Alder began, folding out the paper in front of him. "Lance is in Cerulean. Still with that girl as well, though, she looked rather worse for ware last night. He expressed a great amount of concern, according to Nurse Joy. Much more than that, we don't know."

Benga hummed in response, settling himself down as well. He had to wonder why Lance would be this close. He could only assume it was to find the base. Still, he could only assume.

----[x]----

"Well, that's a shame to hear." She responded after a moment.

He didn't seem to be pleased with the result though she couldn't blame him. It wasn't so easy gathering information anymore, especially in person. If she had one of her ghost Pokemon, she would have aided him.

Layla scratched her cheek lightly, glancing down at Crux. A smug express laid on his face for a brief moment though he was reigning himself in. True enough, she did have a bit of a handful but it had only left her in a state of confusion, nothing more. It seemed there were things that were better left unsaid though venting to problems did help.

"Only a little," she responded with a slight smile. "More like just confused over it all. But it's nothing to worry about."

Layla's gave fell to the window, taking note of how the sun was attempting to peek through. There were very rare sunny days in autumn or winter.

"Is it any warmer out?" She inquired.

If that was the case, she hoped that they could at least take a walk, maybe listen a little more. She had a knack for picking up things most didn't. She loved observing, after all.

Subject: Re: [PKMN Rp] Bring us Home [OPEN] Sun Feb 17, 2013 7:41 pm

Blaire chuckled, nuzzling momentarily into the crook of his neck. If he was put off by the biting that was quickly becoming a habit than Benga was hiding it well enough. She hoped he wasn't put off by it. Blaire figured he was comfortable enough with her as it was that he would say something if it did bother him.

"Maybe," she answered coyly. Blaire was quick to use his own words against him after that. "You know you love it."

Inside Alder's office she tilted her head at the sight of Pidgeotto. It wasn't often that news was important enough to pass through that it needed to be passed immediately. Benga beat her to the punch at asking what it was about, however. Once seated, Blaire reached out to scratch around Cerberus' head as he took up his spot next to her dutifully.

"Well, that's... interesting," she answered for lack of a better one. She passed a glance towards Benga, brow raised as she took to teasing him again. "Looks like you might be able to say 'I told you so' soon, Benga."

Still, it was a question that begged for an answer. What was so special about this woman that Lance would have such levels of concern for her? Did she know something or was just someone special? Not knowing bothered Blaire immensely.

Blaire took to ruffling the back of her hair, realizing for the first time that day that she had not bothered to put her hair decorations in. It wasn't a great loss for the moment. There were days, though few, that she was too lazy or too in a bad mood to bother with them.

----[x]----

Lance hummed shortly in answer. Whatever had happened while he was away it was tame and nothing to worry about. Layla seemed calm enough, after all. Lance didn't need to worry if there was no cause for it.

"It's getting there," Lance noted, tipping his head towards the nearest window. "A little gusty but otherwise nice when the sun is out from behind the clouds."

He observed her then. Layla seemed to be eager to get out and about if the weather was nice enough. Lance wouldn't begrudge her the chance if she wanted to. It might be good enough for her health if they did get out and about.

"I take it you're aiming to go for a walk then?"

It was an obvious suggestion as it was. Lance held out his hand for her to take, to help her up on her feet. Dragonair was already at his side, looking ready to keep them company and to batter away any unneeded glances.

Subject: Re: [PKMN Rp] Bring us Home [OPEN] Sun Feb 17, 2013 8:20 pm

Benga scratched his cheek, laughing a little at her retort. He wasn't sure how he felt about those words now. Given they knew so little on either of them, he was sure they were all asking the same question.

He rubbed the back of his neck, mulling it all over. "But why this one person?" He inquired out loud. "What makes this one so special out of all the other people he's probably met?"

I bugged him. He was sure it bugged all of them, really. He couldn't assume how it wouldn't. From what they had heard of Lance, being as foreign as they were, he wasn't someone who reached out to others. In fact, most days he was apparently seen alone rather than in the company of another person. Conversation was little with him, if at all condescending.

It really seemed like he had no interest in interaction with humans at all.

"Well, they say you can't help who you fall in love with." Alder answered, a grin on his lips.

Benga scoffed a little at that, his hand falling back into his lap. It didn't really provide many answers over the matter.

----[x]----

Layla raised her head a little as he offered a hand. She slipped hers into his, allowing to pull her to her feet. It didn't take too long for him to pull back, for obvious reasons. She truly did worry over what someone might use her for if they were to find out how close she was becoming to him. She had rather not find out.

"If that's alright," she had spoken up a moment later.

She waited a few beats before they moved toward the doors again. Layla couldn't deny that a certain amount of nervousness settled in her stomach over leaving the center. It wasn't as bad as being within a Genesis stronghold and that much, she was thankful for.

The air still held a bit of a chill in it but only when the wind blew too hard. Other then that, it was rather warm for the season. She hoped that it would remain this way for a time. Brushing some hair out of her face, she blinked up toward the sky. It was cloudy but the sky wasn't completely covered.

"I'd hope that weather like this holds up," she commented. "For a little while longer."

She hated to admit that the cold got to her so badly now. Still, it was a fact and there was little she was able to do about it. She'd live with it until she was healthy again.

Subject: Re: [PKMN Rp] Bring us Home [OPEN] Sun Feb 17, 2013 8:46 pm

Blaire chuckled, leaning back in the chair. Cerberus was silently watching them all, taking it all in. In times like this he had a habit of just sitting back and letting things get sorted out without his input. Blaire hummed as Alder was quick to respond to Benga's question. Alder usually was one to point out answers like that.

"Well," Blaire spoke up again, "if I could actually walk and Benga's hair wasn't a giant neon sign to all I'd suggest going out and being creepy stalkers to see what's what. Also let's avoid the love topic, I'd rather not get eased by you, Papa Bear."

It was quiet for a moment, as she glanced down at her ankle. She hadn't even bothered to put her boots back on for the time being. It had felt heavy on her foot, weighing her ankle down and making it throb a little more the day before. Blaire grunted, tearing her gaze away from it.

"That's neither here nor there though," she relented, tapping the backs of her knuckles along her opposite palm. "Anything else happen?"

For all they knew there might be news from back in Unova that they hadn't been able to hear about while they were out and about. If that was the case she hoped that it would be good news but at this rate anything was welcome.

----[x]----

Lance merely waved her off, a silent answer that it was no big problem. Why she seemed to treat such things as something that might not be allowed bothered him. Lance wasn't like the others she had come to know through Genesis, after all. He had proven that much already.

Lance glanced about as they exited the center. Dragonair was already doing her best to glare at any odd looks the group received. A powerful Pokemon like her was often one that was useful for buffering any trouble that might have otherwise arrived upon them.

"It would be fortunate if it did," he answered, sparing a look up at the sky.

It wouldn't be good if they had to travel about in the cold again. Layla already was not apt for flying and that cut down on many opportunities as it was. Lance put those thoughts out of his mind. It wasn't anything he needed to be thinking about right now.

"Keep your ears open as we walk," he advised. His gaze stayed forward, occasionally picking someone out to observe in the crowds. "Many talk while they think crowds cover their conversations."

While he hadn't heard anything while he was out on the search for information that didn't mean that they couldn't catch something while they were just wandering.